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    <h1 align="center" class="iek">how long you can find your true love? </h1>
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    <font class="ike" >you are single:v</font>
     <font class="oke">you are good:)</font>
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    <p>For me today is the most part day. How not, on the first day I entered school, I was invited by a woman. Really I'm ashamed of it.I couldn't resist it, because I was a moving child from the school next door. Honestly, I never had a female friend since elementary school.</p>
    <p>I was confused as to how the moment he stuck his hand and tell his name while saying "My name is dewi, Salam kenal"
With his pass I also introduced myself, Miqdad. After shaking hands he went straight away and did not care for me. But with myself, I could not move after the position was detached. My body tremped and I was confused about what to do.</p>
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    I forced this leg to step in the classroom and try to do as ordinary as possible, lest the conjugation look much murite in class. Can-can I will just be a laughing matter.

At that time, the bell rings signifying the first lesson started. I sat my back at the very rear, hoping nobody saw me. I'm still not used to Murit-Murit here.
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    Mom teacher also told me an introduction in front of the class. I introduced myself briefly and rushed to my seat again. I'm not so concerned about, I just stare at the empty book and try not to do the things that make the children's attention to me.
At once the teacher opened his material and I was looking forward. Without me realizing it, after I had been glancing at my bench, it turned out that she was the woman who took my acquaintance.
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    I'm getting a rumble, why the heck this chick can fit in the back of the bench, next to me again. Why did he not sit in front of course, why fit when I entered on the first day. My wrath is in heart.
when teachers told us to take notes, I did overhaul my bag and searched for the pen that I had prepared. I was sounder my bag to the deepest, turns out that bullpen I had prepared from last night forgot my input bag.
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    finally i borrowed my friend's pen on the bench next door.
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